Hbk - D-Boy lyrics

[Hook] I'm coming off the westside, where n***as on the fresh sh** But catch me on the eastside with some b**hes you mess can't with I'm a Detroit Player, stacking my paper Stacking so high need a f**ing elevator I'm a D-Boy, I'm a I'm a D-Boy I'm a D-Boy, I'm a I'm a D-Boy I'm a D-Boy, I'm a I'm a D-Boy I'm a D-Boy, I'm a I'm a D-Boy [Verse 1: HBK] I'm a D n***a keep it G n***a I'm getting it, can't you see n***a These white Diamonds like a key n***a But this yellow ice like pee n***a 2 Chainz I'm on three n***a I'm who your lil brother wanna be n***a If I'm not in your girl I'm in the street n***a 40 cal don't try to creep n***a Sleep n***a, you a weak n***a Dough Boyz is not to be f**ed with She ignorin your calls and playin with my balls And doin it all while she s** dick I'm on Suss** on the west side But my east side b**h rollin with me I f** her good and I throw her a fifty Then drop her off then my soldier with me I don't trust a soul, cause in the D is cold But not that cold cause I be wearing minks Tippin hoes when I walk in Sphinx Your b**h drunk cause I bought the drinks Give her a wink and I make her smile Girls wanna f** cause I be making thous Top down at Belle Isle, all I'm hearing is b**hes yell out There go Big Sean, there go the kid, them n***as doin it big They'll take your b**h and show her how life is supposed to be live [Hook] [Verse 2: SayItAintTone] Three Cellphones and them b**hes work (I say) Louis with the Gucci n***as say I'm perpin ( I say) AK-47 b**h I need a turban (I say) Lambo on The Lodge b**h you see me SWIRVIN (VROOM) [Verse 3: Dusty McFly] Everynight I count up with a cold b**h I must say RORO with a crushface, my old ho got the crushface Make the the doe at the day, I can feed the whole hood b**hes How you n***as gettin money and your whole hood snitchin Don't be watching the television, but it's flats in every room D-Boy of the year, b**h I got plaques in every room Got a strap in every room, stacking dough until I'm rich Couple duffle's double flipped, got them Russians on my dick I feel like Maserati Rick in '85, Grey Poupon On my motherf**in sandwich ho, cuttin up some cantaloupe While a super bad Spanish b**h kiss on my pinky Gave her a pink stinky and make her get kinky I'm out here! [Hook] [Verse 4: Big Sean] Man I'm just west-side reppin, bad b**h undressing (do it) East-side connected, holler if you need connections Boi, I'm fresh up that mille, you know I'm reppin that 7 (yup) Bought my mom new a crib, to show that she can be alive and see heaven Fur coat I'm Chewbacca, drunk off Rose and Vodka Saw them n***as talking sh**, so I beat they a** and f** my new watch up (God damn!) I'm a Detroit Player They gon' have to put me next to Barry Sanders and Isaiah No hand outs, tell these n***as all pay up Cause they ain't gave me sh** when was broke and on the way up And I made it, cash out, D girl a** out Hood n***as, army guns bussin like they the Black ops (oh god!) Your girlfriend love the ride don't she? With my dick out, I might let her put some miles on it Got all my leather put some milles on it (swirv) Say I don't rep the D that's the dumbest sh** You seen them Carties whippin out on 106...(b**h) [Hook]